Blood on the stone, blood on the rockConsumed with the passion, that only time could unlockOne life wasted, another one goneThe streets are on fire, and I'm calling you home

Hoy hoyHoy hoyDon't go there boy

Juanita's daughter got her kicks in the streetsAnd her mama's warning "you better duck the heat"She's got a concrete body with candy cane hairRazor balde business appearin' out of thin air

Stars fallin' down, snow on the groundChasin' the dragons all over the townThe dream catcher's wagon, lurkin' to loomA one dance ducka, you know he's workin' the room

Hoy hoyHoy hoyDon't go there boy

Preacher's on the corner wrapped in a heavenly lightBut noise of the chopper drowns the message tonightHe says "you saucy senoritas take care where you swingCause the lords of the boulevard don't owe you a thing."